Mouth — Paradise Lost

Feel so low some days

And only I can taste

Resent security

Obscuring all I see

In my mind

In my mouth

In my soul

Only you provide these symptoms that I show

I could go out in style

Go back from where I came

But luck sees to us all

And rarely plays the game

Weve seen it all through many years of lonesome hell

Back to a place where we all terminate